Origami Is Done

I need to confess right away--I am not good at origami. I bought a book today, Origami for Children, and attempted to make a series of things. I ended up making a cat and a fish, neither of which looks exactly like the models in the book, a house, and two boxes, one very good and one not so good. My rocket went awry and I still do not understand where I went wrong.

I needed to make three things, so I did succeed, at least as far as badge work is concerned. I cannot blame the authors of the book because, although I found many of the instructions confusing, I had a flashback to childhood as I was struggling with my origami fish. I had two beautiful books on origami, complete with papers of various colors and sizes, when I was young. The books were Japanese, and had no words; there were pictures that "explained" how to fold the paper into swans and swords and paper cups. I loved those books--they were lush with colors and seemed very exotic to me.

But, even without confusing written directions, my flashback to childhood was of my struggles during that time with folding papers. I don't have a specific memory, but the frustration I felt today, when I folded and tried another step and realized something was wrong, was familiar. Sure, I can make a fan, an airplane, and a fortune teller, but when it comes to origami beyond the basics, I am--and apparently always have been--hopeless. My shelves will never be--and have never been--crowded with birds of all types and intricate holders folded from papers.

So my achievement today--a house, a cat, a bird, and two boxes--is a modest one, I admit. However, it is an achievement. I actually folded paper into things, getting through (and, in the case of the fish, modifying) directions that I could not conceptualize. And these things are recognizable as things--you would know this one is a house, for example, without me telling you.

Once we figure out why my blog is not showing the photos I am putting in here, I will post photos of my origami (origamic?) treasures. I am sure my 10-year-old self would be horrified to learn that 40 years later, all I can manage are origami things deemed "easy" in a book for children, but that 10-year-old is going to be horrified by a lot in her upcoming years, and a lack of talent in origami should be low on her list of concerns.

Knocking another activity off the list--origami is done!

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